Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 320 Cong Long
Zhong Sheng followed the thief through several streets and came to a remote corner.

The thief pointed to a courtyard in front, "That's it."

Zhong Sheng glanced around and found nothing unusual, but he did not relax his vigilance.

Zhong Sheng signaled the guards to approach the courtyard, while he twisted the thief's arm, hid in the dark, and whispered in the thief's ear: "You'd better not play tricks, otherwise, it would only take a moment to break your neck." "

The thief was so frightened by Zhong Sheng's words that he trembled and swallowed, "I don't dare. I told the truth about everything I know."

Zhong Sheng snorted softly. He saw the guard who had left before quietly approaching the courtyard from another street and curled his lips.

That courtyard looks very ordinary, with nothing special about it. Is it really one of the secret strongholds of the people behind the scenes?
Although Zhong Sheng had doubts in his heart, he was unwilling to give up. At this moment, the door of the courtyard opened and a tall man walked out.

The thief said excitedly: "Sir, it's him."

Zhong Sheng frowned, what a coincidence?
But at this time, he could no longer think too much. He pursed his lips and let out a long roar, signaling the two guards to join him in taking action.

The three people immediately rushed towards the tall man. Their movements were quick and powerful, obviously well-trained.

But the man didn't panic. He swayed and easily dodged the three attacks. He punched out with both fists, sending the two guards flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

Zhong Sheng was shocked. This man's strength was far beyond his imagination.

The man did not fight with the three of them. He knocked away the guards, climbed up the courtyard wall, and was about to escape.

Zhong Sheng followed and climbed up the courtyard wall. With a sway, he instantly closed the distance between him and the tall man. The long sword in his hand pointed directly at the tall man's vest with a sharp sword energy.

But the tall man seemed to have eyes on his back, and he easily dodged Zhong Sheng's attack on one side of his body.

After a struggle, the tall man escaped and disappeared into the night. A guard struggled to stand up and asked: "Zhongtou, what should we do now?"

Zhong Sheng was silent for a moment, "Go in and search to see if there are any clues."

"Sir," the thief shouted timidly from the corner.

Zhong Sheng looked at him in surprise, "You didn't take the opportunity to escape?"

The thief smiled flatteringly and said: "Sir, the little ones are the bastards in the jar. You can catch them accurately. The little ones don't dare to be dishonest."

"You are quite clever." Zhong Sheng said with a smile.

They pried open the courtyard door and entered the small courtyard. The courtyard was quite small and shabby. It had two rooms, one on the front and one on the side, with a stove outside. Under the eaves, there were piles of firewood, giving the appearance of living at home.

Zhong Sheng thought thoughtfully, if this man had been living here, then some of the surrounding neighbors should have seen him.

They searched the entire yard and found no valuable clues.

Zhong Sheng asked both guards to stay and said: "You guys keep an eye on this place. If he comes back, you don't have to fight him. Just keep an eye on him and summon him back."

"Yes, hour." The two guards responded.

Zhong Sheng took the thief back, and after giving the guards a few words, he returned to Yun Mansion.

At this time, Yun Hao was playing backgammon with Zhao Wangshu.

Zhao Wangshu takes the black lead and Yun Hao takes the white lead.

"Madam, I have three pieces lying sideways. If you don't block it, you will lose." Yun Hao reminded her.

"It will be blocked soon." Zhao Wangshu placed a piece on the chessboard.

Despite Yun Hao's efforts, Zhao Wangshu kept winning, and his happy laughter filled the entire Nuan Pavilion, "Hahaha, I won again!"

Yun Hao looked at her happy look, his eyes full of doting tenderness, "Madam is so amazing, I am so proud of her husband."

Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I'm a master of backgammon."

At this time, Lan Fen came in, "Master, Zhong Sheng has something to report." "Go and do your work, I'm going to wash up and go to bed." Zhao Wangshu held the edge of the table and got off the kang.

Yun Hao ordered his maid to serve him well and hurried out of the courtyard gate.

When Zhong Sheng explained the matter, Yun Hao frowned slightly, "A killer who dares to hide in the city is very courageous."

"His skills are excellent," Zhong Sheng added.

"Check carefully, this might be a clue." Yun Hao said.

"I understand," Zhong Sheng replied respectfully.

Yun Hao pondered for a moment and said: "If the thief is found out and has nothing to do with this matter, we will let him go when the matter is settled."

Zhong Sheng nodded, "Yes, Master."

"Be careful, don't rush in, bring more people." Yun Hao warned.

"My subordinates know." Zhong Sheng stepped back and immediately arranged for people to investigate the matter.

Yun Hao turned around and returned to the yard. Zhao Wangshu had finished washing and was sitting by the bed waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wangshu couldn't help asking when he saw Yun Hao's face was a little solemn.

"Nothing, just a little thing." Yun Hao didn't want her to worry, so he answered lightly.

Zhao Wangshu yawned, "Go and wash up quickly. It's getting late. Go to sleep."

By the time Yun Hao came back from washing, Zhao Wangshu had already fallen asleep. He gently got on the bed and stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms.

Zhao Wangshu snorted, nuzzled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

In the evening of the next day, bad news came again in the palace. The ninth prince died of his injuries, leaving the emperor with only five sons left.

This news was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, instantly exploding inside and outside the palace, shocking everyone in the government and the public.

The Ninth Prince was seventeen years old and in his prime, but he unexpectedly suffered such a calamity, which made people sigh with regret.

After losing two sons in a row, the emperor couldn't bear it and fell ill. The palace was shrouded in gloom, but there was an undercurrent surging in the court.

Officials began to take sides, either openly or covertly, and the battle for succession to the throne became more intense.

Yun Hao was a close official of the emperor. Without a clear-cut support for any prince, he became the focus of the various forces' efforts to win over him.

Not only was he invited to have tea and drinks, but even his uncle Zhao Yin was attracted by various explicit and implicit means.

For a time, the Zhao Mansion was bustling with people, and the Zhao family father and son were almost too busy to touch the floor.

As a minister, who doesn't want to follow the dragon's merit, but the merit of following the dragon is not so easy to establish.

Zhao Yin came here specifically to discuss with Yun Hao, "Brother-in-law, which county prince do you think is more emperor-like?"

"His Majesty has always been in good health. He will recover soon. It's best not to act rashly." Yun Hao said seriously.

Zhao Yin frowned and said worriedly: "However, the situation between the DPRK and China is already so tense. If His Majesty is really unable to recover, won't we be passive by then?"

Yun Hao smiled softly and said calmly: "Brother, stay neutral and don't take sides easily, so as to avoid getting involved in unnecessary disputes."

Zhao Yin was silent for a moment and sighed: "What you said makes sense. However, I always feel that passive waiting is not the answer. We must be prepared."

"I have met His Majesty this morning."

Zhao Yin suddenly realized, "I understand, thank you brother-in-law for the tip."

"Brother, you're welcome."